"What brought you here, Haley ?" The mousing man, who bore the name of Marks, instantly stopped his sipping, and, poking his head forward, looked shrewdly on the new acquaintance, as a cat sometimes looks at a moving dry leaf, or some other possible object of pursuit.
"I say, Tom, this yer's the luckiest thing in the world.

I'm in a devil of a hobble, and you must help me out." "Ugh?
aw! like enough!" grunted his complacent acquaintance.

"A body may be pretty sure of that, when _you're_ glad to see 'em; something to be made off of 'em.

What's the blow now ?" "You've got a friend here ?" said Haley, looking doubtfully at Marks; "partner, perhaps ?" "Yes, I have.

Here, Marks! here's that ar feller that I was in with in Natchez." "Shall be pleased with his acquaintance," said Marks, thrusting out a long, thin hand, like a raven's claw.